That one word is all it takes. Tony has never been one for taking orders, but that particular one he is more than happy to obey. It sends a thrill through him that might be excitement or instinctive fear, and whichever it is doesn't really matter all that much to Tony either. He scrambles to pull of his shirt, throwing it away once he gets free like it is offensive.

"Okay. Now your turn. Bruce. Bruce, please..."

His voice is husky, thick with lust and raw anticipation. Tony can't stop touching him, fingers trailing over every inch of bare skin he can find. The man really doesn't know how sexy he is, which is a shame, because he's got Tony's full attention and Tony isn't sure Bruce will do anything with it. And then he might just die. Right there on the couch. And that would be a complete waste of life.

"If you don't start touching me, I'm going to have to do it myself. And that's just not as fun for either of us."

He's just short of begging now, because it's Tony and he was never good at asking for anything, let alone begging. But he wants this. God, does he want it. He's making the extra effort because it's Bruce and he knows how hard it is for Bruce to say what he wants, so Tony's trying to fill in the gaps himself.